Luyện nghe bài hát BET Cypher

[Verse 1: Q]
Uh, Most of these niggas shouldn't be to us
We our distance from those, those acting like hoes
Zany imposed, weed in my clothes, is gold
Ya wig'll get told, put the realest
Niggas, product of cap pillers, gangbangers and
Streets keep watching, aye, [click](undefined) the ghetto bird ya shot down
to the top now, they want a third strike on my [background](undefined)
But nah homie, put the on when I [slide](undefined) on 'em
Put the [cash](undefined) in the safe and here's a slug 'for I shake
Ya smoke than me with a eighth
Or better yet a [wet](undefined) on a plate
Burning ya faith, all senses in tape
Fuckin' them boys in blue, chill out 'for rags at you
You to the cops saying: How we do?
Saying it's just rap and lines ain't true
So I just threw Q, fuck it, menage a two or maybe
Baby girl a [pot](undefined) pie, I be her da da
Coochie smacking, give praise to
Get blazed in my car,

2: Jay Rock]
Rock got it, rock came rock bottom
the flames, still remain as a top shotta
I ain't no backpack rapper, I ain't no
And if he ain't to you mind ya business then
Cold with it, Black Hippie, yeah we cold
All the girlies us, get a whiff of us
They bones quiver, heard some clown throwing at us
Holding boulders champ you hear that YAWK. watching domes shatter
It's Top Dawg we runnin' rap, rappers, feline
Reason why we don't run with cats, nine double O five -
Where my at
Pull up in that [family van](undefined) holding 2's like the
And to be real not all this rapping politickin'
Rapper competition, wrapped up my
I'm finished, 'Til I make a couple tickets
Then I'm on them islands with my crimmies chillin'
ya feelings, now can I [live](undefined)?
Look I gotta keep my on top of the dirt
'Cause everywhere I go they like you dropping some work?
Been a threat since
The rap game's pallbearer I'm droppin' the Hearst
I ain't new to this, I'm to this
Industry's nightmare, red strings in my Nike
Yeah, the white pair, I'm Jay Rock, America's most
My Killing MC's without warning
Rock!

[Verse 3: Ab
It's Ab-Soul, gimme the loot, I'm the skinny
In New York with Puffy, puffing the sticky
All eyes against me, even the score
why I'm always OT on tour
TDE, believe me we war
I don't even know piece I like most no more
Two fingers, Two triggers, What's the
We all die one day until then I'm gettin' paid
My watching so I ain't gon' curse
Still gifted a Wale verse, backwood full of OG
Bobby Johnson medicine in my soul to trynna the coffin, Ah
And these are so [bitter sweet](undefined)
I guess it's a balance we battle naturally
And y'all still off of Jay-Z tweets
I still got laps to run when me and Jay-Z
Peep Soul number 2
The first one used to beats for CL Smooth
Top got the s550 but the CL
And rolling weed is the only I see L's move
Soul!

[Verse 4: Isaiah
Ay, I I found my second home
Sunny and it's ya little nigga brother
You ain't meant for corners, it's they told me
So I looked back, I got a slut in the [back](undefined)
[Fattest](undefined) [elephant](undefined) ass, so we flirt in the
Passing propellers I tell her, tell her we flying listen
See we [diamond](undefined) just and they gon' find us glistening
Brought sand to the beach and we left ya bitchh
For the [record](undefined) in I'm a hecklin' menace
Where is Robin, I'm
minding my business
He a victim, us regular in women
Uh, regular niggas, you always to sluts
You wasting my time, you always faking the funk
I'm put ya muthafuckin' dream in ya
You lookin' for some women to be all in ya face
That deep dussy reach niggas, dussy
That Tennessee make a nigga be dussy
You can never rap than me, 'cause you ain't dedicated
You underrated, you ain't under looked
You overbooked, you just under cooked
It's to be me and my niggas in the [record](undefined) [book](undefined)
Now they got by myself still fresh as